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Good Things in Store.
We have on hand a Novelette entitled “ Ellen
Goudon : a Story of the War,” from the pen of
a talented Virginia lady, which we shall give as
soon as we can make room for it. It is “ dedica
ted to the children of the South, by one who has
been an eye-witness to their sorrows and iheir
sufferings,” and we promise our readers that they
will be delighted with this beautiful story.
“Jack Dobell: or, a Boy’s Adventures in
Texas; a Story for Boys,” is also in hand and its
publication will be commenced the moment we
can find room for it. We have never read any
thing with more thrilling interest, and we predict
for this story a wonderful popularity.
Besides these, we have The Little Flower
Goodness, a Fairy Tale, by Fanny Fielding; —
Amy’s Birthday Party, and what came of it,” by
Clara LeClerc; “The Fairy’s Shell: a Story
for Little Boys,” by Uncle Joe ; “ The Whisper
ing Fairy,” a poem, by an esteemed contributor,
and many other good things.
Our First Number
Was promptly sent out to subscribers more than
ten days ago, but we are surprised to learn that it
has not reached them at some points. Our Ameri
cus subscribers complain that they did not receive
those first sent, but we can assure them that the
fault was not ours. We sent to all of them the
second time. Those who did not receive the first
number, at other points, will please notify us.
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fi@“Names may be added to clubs at any time
during the year, at the regular club rates.
New Books for Children.
The Presbyterian Committee of Publication announce
the following new publication:
“ Life by the Ganges ; or Faith and Victory,” by Mrs.
Mullins, with six illustrations.
“ The Story of Martin Luther,” by Miss Whately.
“The Berry Pickers of Wisconsin,” with three illus
trations.
“ Georgie Loe ; or Making the Best of Trials,” by Mrs.
Mary J. Hildeburn.
“England Two Hundred Years Ago,” with five illus
trations.
“ Allan’s Fault,” by Martha Farquharson, with five
illustrations.
The American Sunday School Union have recently
published:
“The Oiled Feather Series,” six volumes in a neat
box.
“The Story of the Wreck of the Australian Steamship
‘ London’ ” —a thrilling narrative.
Hurd & Houghton’s edition of iEsop’s Fables, with il
lustrations by Herrick, is attracting attention at the great
Paris Exposition. It is one of the handsomest books in
existence.
Henry Hoyt has recently issued :
“The Little One’s Library.” Ten volumes in a neat
paper box ; $2,25 for the set.
“Old Sunapee,” illustrated; $1,50.
“Culm Hock, the Story of a Year: What it brought
and what it taught,” by Glance Gaylord. An illustrated
Prize Story. $1,75.
“Carl’s Home,” by Sarah G.'Cornell; illustrated, $1,25.
"The Golden Heart,” by Mrs. J. McNair Wright; il
lustrated; $1,50.
“Tip Lewis’ Lamp,” illustrated; $1,50.
We can send the last six named above, at the prices
annexed, or they may be selected as premiums for new
subscribers.
J. P. Skelly & Cos., Philadelphia, announce as nearly
ready for publication;
“ Ben Holt’s Good Name,” by the author of “ George
Wayland.”
“Jessica’s First Prayer,” by the author of “ Enoch
Boden’s Training.”
“Life’s Battle Lost and Won; or Robert Joy’s Vic
tory.”
“The Old Gateway ; or, the Story of Agatha,” by Em
ma Marshall.
“Lame Sam ; or Walter Castle’s Work.”
BURKE’S WEEKLY.
TALES OF A GREAT TRAVELER.
NO. I. BRINCHNISKI, THE BEAR.
BY real name is of no con
sequence. I introduce
myself to my young read
ers only as A Great Tra
veler. This will do for a
The country that I have
and is hardly worth seeing.
,ve been traveling a long
et me see. I made my
first foreign voyage in A. D. 1492—the
year in which Columbus discovered Am
erica. Now, do not open your eyes so
wide, and say “ I don’t believe a word of
it.” I cannot prove it, because there is
no body else now living whom lean bring
as witness, and you will be compelled to
take my word for it. After you hear the
stories I am about to tell of the sights I
have seen, and have yourself seen the
pictures I drew on the spot to prove to
you that I was there and did see the sights,
why, then, if you do not believe me, you
are very incredulous. That is all I can
say about it.
But it will be all the worse for you, for
if you do not believe that, I am afraid that
you will not put faith in me, when I tell
you that I have not lived so long and
traveled so far in vain—for I have learn
ed almost every language —not only hu
man languages, but I know what the
birds and the beasts say to each other and
to men, and I can interpret their lan
guage to you any day, if you will only
come to see me. Now do not doubt my
word, for I assure you that I am about to
tell you a great many things I have heard
them say, and I would as soon you would
believe that I am not acquainted with the
court of a Spanish house, where there
were no little pigs for him to eat. I was
sitting by a fountain at play, and he was
a little way off. I called to him, and he
lazily sauntered along on the marble
pavement, his mouth half open —panting
for breath. I said,
“ Brinchniski,” which is Kamschatkan
for “ Great Bear,” (and this, you see,
proves that I know the language,)—or
rather, I called him by his shorter name:
“ Brinsch, don’t you want to go back to
the cold regions of old Kamschatka?
You look very hot, and I am about melt
ing here.”
“ Not a bit of it, master,” said he. At
which I was much surprised, and I asked
him the reason. And now you, in turn,
will be surprised to hear it. But I must
not make my story too long, and, there
fore, 1 will condense it very much, for we
had a long talk on the subject.
ITe said that he liked Southern Europe
much better than he did the cold North.
It was so much easier to live. The peo
ple had such a good climate, and such rich
soil that they could raise plenty with lit
tle trouble; and they were more gener
ous to bears. They were not so close
fisted, and the bones of the dinners were
not always kept to make stew of for next
morning’s breakfast. So his kind always
got plenty to eat.
He said, too, that before I bought him
he was a dancing bear; and then every
body had a tit-bit for him, and that if I
were to die—he did not know that I would
live till now —he might be one again. If
he was, he wanted to stay in South-land
for he knew the trials of dancing bears in
his own country. His brother was one
there, and, besides short rations, his master
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language of
Kamschatka,
as to doubt
my knowing
what it was
this Bear said
to me one day.
You see he
was my trav
eling compan
ion for many
years. He fol
lowed me like
a dog. I gen
erally kept a
strong muzzle
on him; but
on this occa
sion we were
enjoying our
selves on a hot
summer’s day
in the inner